Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.